Come, hold my hand and watch my smile gradually become hollow in the glazed morning light,
For the rest of my life, I will never forget the sound of those winds caressing the passage of time...
This article should be the first chapter of "Wei Zi", a story about the founding of the country.
Wei Zi is the name of the peony, and when it is about to leave, it is the peony. They have similar shapes, but ultimately have different lives.